An Offer Too Good To Be True

Author: bookworm
Title: An Offer Too Good To Be True
Date: 12 April 2010

The hot June sun was beating down on Jonas as he sat on his square of pavement, all of his worldly goods in the bag beside him. He was tired, hungry and thirsty. He had lost his job, and because of that his home went too. Now he begged for what ever he could get, so tempted to steal if things got to bad, but as yet it had not come to that, but it had still been a long couple of months on the street and he was still finding his way around this walk of life.
As a jogger ran past him he quietly asked from habit, “Spare any change, please?” knowing that the jogger wouldn’t have anywhere to carry any money.
The jogger ran past, then stopped and jogged on the spot, before turning back to Jonas. He stopped in front of Jonas and began to drink water from a bottle he held in his hand.
“I only have this, but you are welcome to it.” He said.
Jonas eyed the bottle, and slowly licking his parched lips, he said. “Please.” He said stretching out a hand to take the bottle. He put the bottle to his lips and slowly drank the warm liquid. The Jogger stood in front of him, his breathing fast from his exercise. Jonas went to give the bottle back.
“No it’s OK, keep what’s left.”
Jonas looked at the man; there was something in his eyes. Jonas studied the Samaritan, a tall man in his mid fifties, short grey hair, so short it could hardly be seen, but it still fully covered the mans head. He was-for his age guessed Jonas-in very good shape, the gym vest tight on the man’s torso, sticking to his skin with sweat. He was wearing black Lycra shorts which stretched over the man’s taut thigh muscles. Then he spoke to Jonas.
“I take it, as you are here that you are homeless and jobless.” He said.
“Yes.” Jonas said almost sounding sarcastic at the statement, but not wanting to be ungrateful after being given the water. “Yes on both counts.”
“Well, you look as if you are fit. “ The man said. “I have a proposition for you.” He went on. “I am looking for someone for a particular job, it doesn’t pay well, its hard long hours, but you will have food and lodgings provided, no training needed. It’s yours if you want it?”
“What is it doing?” Jonas asked.
“Do you want it?” The man just said.
“I don’t know.” Jonas said cagily, not want to say yes until he knew what it was, but not wanting to give up the only chance of getting himself of the street that he’d had for some time.
“Do you want it?” The man asked again.
“What will I be doing?”
Again all the man said was. “Do you want it?” he was staring down at Jonas.
But to Jonas he had the disadvantage of being in his position and to his better judgement he said. “Yes.”
“Ok then!” The jogger said put out his hand and with a strong, firm grip helped Jonas up. “Come with me, I have a house just around the corner from here. What’s your name?” He asked.
“It’s Jonas.”
“Well Jonas, the job is in the leisure industry-an exclusive members club- a new company, one of mine for which I have several in different trades. The Jogger gripped Jonas’ chin and turned his head from side to side, studying Jonas’ features more closely. “It’s a new business but with all of my companies it will be expanding. For now, you’ll soon be showered, shaved and a good short haircut!” The jogger didn’t say anymore as he walked away from Jonas, who surprised by the jogger’s slight change in manner and by the way the man ripped his chin, quickly picked up his meagre belongings and followed the Good Samaritan to a fairly large house, as promised, around the corner.
The jogger pulled out a key from the inside of a wrist band and opened up the door to let Jonas in.
Jonas stepped into the coolness in the hallway, a hallway of painted blank walls devoid of any personal belongings, nothing to say as to whom the owner was, his life. The jogger stepped past Jonas and opened up a door to a room off the hallway. “You can leave your things in here for the moment, but looking at them I think that they have seen better days!” Jonas did as he was told and as he followed the jogger into the room, he was met with the same blank walls, with only a sofa, a small table and a television home entertainment ensemble in the room. The Jogger saw Jonas looking around the room with a look of questioning on his face. “This is a second home, I have a business here and it made it easier to have a house than to keep booking into a hotel. Okay, let’s get you cleaned up. Follow me and I’ll show you the bathroom,” he said as he climbed the stairs. “Get showered and shaved, there are supplies that you need in there, shout if you need a hand to get your hair done. You can leave your bits and pieces in here for now.” Then he turned away and as he did he added. “Well get you sorted out with some clothes afterwards, I might have something spare that we can clothe you with somehow for the moment. I’ll get you something to eat.” He said as he descended the stairs.
Jonas looked around him standing in front of the bathroom; there were several doors off the landing all closed apart from one which Jonas could just see in and make out a double bed a wardrobe but not much else, but assumed it to be what would have been the Master Bedroom.
He walked into the bathroom and went to lock the door but there was no lock, at first thought it strange but then remembered what the jogger had said about it being a second home. He stripped off, found the clippers and trimmed his beard down enough to shave off the rest with the razor, then began to run the trimmer over his hair, letting it fall onto the floor, but found that he could not adjust the clippers from the shortest setting. When he had finished his hair he stepped into the shower, letting the water cascade over his body, allowing the water to sooth his tired, hot muscles and skin, washing away the street dirt from the past few months away, beginning to feel a bit more like a human being again.
As he stepped out of the shower, he found that his clothes had gone replaced by a towel; he was so engrossed in savouring the luxury of the shower that he had not heard the man come in. The smell of cooking filled his head as he dried himself off, eventually leaving the bathroom, the towel wrapped around his waist, and tried the doors to the other rooms to see if he could find any clothes but they were all locked. He peered into the master bedroom, but there was nothing there.
He made his way down to the kitchen where the smell of cooking was emanating from. Just plating up a full fry-up the jogger was standing at the counter, his vest off and standing in just the Lycra shorts, he turned around to see Jonas standing in the doorway.
“Sit down and eat, I’m sure you haven’t had a descent meal in you for weeks!” He said as he placed two plates onto the table. Jonas did not need telling twice and immediately sat down, eating the hot food as fast as he could; he had forgotten what food like this tasted like. “Hey slow down!” The jogger said as he too began to eat. Jonas looked at him as if to say you shouldn’t be eating that with your fit body. “I know, but it’s once in a while and it’s all that I have in at the moment, just some basics.” He said then added. “I’ll put the kettle on in a moment.” They then sat in silence, eating, the silence broken by the jogger saying, I’ll sort something for you to wear afterwards.” The jogger then got up and switched on the kettle, he had it boiling before and the cups were ready and soon a drink was in front of Jonas and he began to drink it down, not worried as to how hot it was to drink, it was a luxury to him. He heard the jogger say something, but it was muffled as his head began to swim about, his vision blurred. He tried to say something, his lips moved but no sound came out, then nothing.
Jonas came to, his head pounding and lying on his front, but he could not tell where he was, what way was up or even if he was lying on his front. Slowly his senses began to waken up. He felt air around him and became aware that he was indeed lying on his front, naked, on something soft. He tried to open his eyes and found that he was blinded by a mask of some sort but it only covered his eyes and unable to see any light. His mouth was sore and he felt something in it and realised he was gaged; saliva dribbling down his chin and dripping down onto a sheet which he now realised was rubber, the smell of the sheet drifting up to assail his nostrils. Somewhere he could hear a noise of some sort, almost like the noise that deadly silence makes in your ears. He tried to lift himself up but his muscles ached and as he tried to pull his arms to beneath him to lift himself up he found that they were tied up away from him and his hands bound up in a ball in some sort of glove, his legs spread apart and tied to something. He tried to move to free himself but it was a useless exercise and the energy that he wasted only aggravated his headache. He laid still again, only to feel his saliva slowly running down his chin onto the sheet. The situation that Jonas now found himself in brought both sensations and emotions of fear and dread to pleasure as he began to feel his cock stiffen only for pain to pulse through his cock and balls as they were tightly encased in a solid metal case, unyielding to his growing cock, the more his cock grew the less room there was in the solid metal case, the more excited he got, the cruel cycle spinning round.
Then Jonas heard something but could not make out what it was, he listened intently at the noise staying as still as he could, trying to tell what the noise was and where it was coming from. He then felt the draft of a breeze and realised that it was the lock on the door and that it had been opened. “I see that you are back with us.” It was the jogger. I think that it is time for a formal interview for the vacancy that I offered you earlier!” He said as he climbed onto the rubber covered bed. He slowly drew the tip of a fingernail down Jonas’ back from his neck down to the start of his arse. Jonas tensed up as his body strained in his restraints. He could feel the jogger climb across him and sit on his lower back placing his hands either side of Jonas’ head, lowering himself down to whisper into his ear and as he the jogger did this Jonas felt that the jogger was naked and that he had showered while he had been drugged. “If you want to get a good position with me with good rewards you had better show me what you can do, boy!” Jonas’ heart began to beat in fear as he could feel the jogger’s cock stiffen while it was pressed against the small of his back. Then he felt the jogger move slightly, then felt something cold being rubbed between the cheeks of his arse and a finger slowly push its way into his arse.
Jonas moaned into the bit gag that was tightly strapped around his head, his eyes tightening up behind the blindfold as a small shockwave of pain waved through his body, his muscles tensioning around the probing finger. “Relax boy if you don’t want this to hurt because things will be bigger very soon!” The jogger said as he slowly slid his finger in and out of Jonas arse.
Once he was satisfied that there was plenty of lube on Jonas, the jogger began to move and slid himself into position, lying on top of Jonas, sliding himself over Jonas until he found the right position and slowly pushed his rock hard cock into Jonas. Jonas moaned into the gag. “Relax Boy” The jogger said as he slowly began to rub himself over Jonas’ restrained body. The pain waved over Jonas as he was covered with a thin layer of sweat from the shock of being fucked for the first time. “Oh yeah!” The jogger whispered into Jonas ear as he rhythmically pumped himself into Jonas. “Oh yeah fuck!” He moaned, enjoying the moment, the power that he had over his new employee, having the first fuck of the new slave. Slowly he built up speed in his thrusts until he climaxed, withdrawing from Jonas’s arse and pulling of the condom he had on before gripping his throbbing cock and shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum over Jonas back.
The jogger then slowly sat back onto his heels, bathed in a glow of sweat. His breathing slowing down. “I think you have the job the boy!” He said after several minutes, before he got off the bed and walked out of the room, locking the door behind him even though Jonas was unable to free himself from the bed. He was too weak to move from the bed even if he was able to. Bathed with sweat from the pain, slowly the shock subsided. He was unsure as to what was happening, what he had got himself into and how long time had passed, the jogger seemed to go on and on.
Just as his body seemed to have recovered from the Jogger he heard the rattle of the door lock and tensed up as the breeze again blew over his body as the door was opened and then shut again.
Jonas felt the mattress shift beneath him as again the jogger got back onto the bed but Jonas immediately knew that this was not the jogger! The weight was different and the scent was different. He felt a finger rub something into the skin of his back and realised it was the remains of the cum that the jogger had shot over him.
Then again in silence he felt the man position himself exactly as the jogger had down, but Jonas could feel leather covering the man’s legs and leather straps over his chest. Again he felt the man’s throbbing, solid cock slide over his arse and the he braced himself to be fucked for the second time. There was a bigger jolt of pain this time as the guy did not put any lube on Jonas and only used the remains of what the jogger had put on and what was on the condom. He began to moan into Jonas’ ear has he pumped himself into Jonas who tried to move to position himself to ease the pain but this was no use because of the lack of give from the restraints.
Slowly this visitor began to push his throbbing cock deeper and deeper into Jonas, who was by now moaning from pain as his arse was being stretched by the thick girth of the visitors cock, rubbing in and out, the man’s breathing getting deeper and more guttural as he slowly neared climax, until just before he did he too pulled himself out, pulled of the condom and shot his load of hot cum over Jonas back in the same was as the jogger, spurt after spurt of cum, until he too was totally empty of cum.
Slowly he pushed himself up and unceremoniously got of the bed and left the room, only for Jonas to hear it being locked again, but this time he could hear muffled voices outside the door. Then once again almost immediately the door was opened and someone else entered the room. Jonas thought it was the jogger, but it was again someone else, who was so excited and hard that he was ready for his turn at the new meat on the bed, he climbed onto the bed and straight on top of Jonas, smearing the drying cum on Jonas’ back as he too pumped himself into Jonas, totally excited by the wet cum from the previous guy.
Jonas was too weary now to be aware of what was happening to him and he drifted around, hearing the man moaning out as he pumped his cock into Jonas’s arsehole, his moaning getting louder, then like the other two he pulled out pulled off the condom and finished himself of by hand, shooting a thick hot load of cum over Jonas’ back and shoulders, moaning out loud as he did. Once he had finished, his breathing steadier, and his cock softening, he leaned forward and whispered with a deep almost growl into Jonas’ ear. “I will uphold your appointment!” Then he got of the bed and walked out of the room leaving Jonas breathing hard and fast, sweat covering his body and cum drying over his back.
After what seemed to Jonas to be an eternity, the lock of the door was again rattled and the door opened up. Jonas woke with a start he had not realised that he had drifted off to sleep.
“You passed the test and interview boy!” Jonas heard the jogger say almost menacingly into his ear. “But if I was you, I would get some sleep now! In a few hours time you will be packed up and shipped to your place of work, once there you will have about an hours grace until your first shift starts, this will last for twenty four hours with a break now and then. You will then have the eight hours by law rest before your next twenty four hour shift starts. That will be the way the shifts go for the time being. I will be recruiting some more guys to work for me, recruited like you. I like to do my bit for charity, and help guys like you off the street.” He was by now on the bed and sitting astride Jonas, rubbing a hand down Jonas’ back, letting it rub in between Jonas’ arse cheeks. “Work well and you may get promoted, please the customers and get more rewards!” Then he stood up of the bed and left the room, locking the door behind him.

As promised, several hours later Jonas was packed up in a tight leather sleepsack, still blindfolded, strapped tightly into a wooden crate which was no bigger that Jonas himself and transported to his new place of work.
It was now that Jonas was all too aware of why this offer of work was too good to be true.